Month: April 2014

After I gave my usual critique of our corrupt medical system at a Heads versus Feds Debate at Union College in Schenectady, NY, the question period got a bit heated. It was my second debate of the day, and the early one at 11 AM in Paramus had been wonderfully off-the-cuff.
But there were some pre-med students at Union who didn’t appreciate my comments concerning the medical establishment. After I alluded to our alarming rise in teen depression and suicide, and blamed it on the over-prescription of drugs, a young lady in the front row quipped, “Well, maybe it’s a result of a rise in marijuana use?”
I had no response as I was over-tired, having just driven over 2,500 miles in three days but the questioned lingered, and kept me awake thinking. So I hope that intelligent girl finds this answer some day.
The peak use of marijuana by teens occurred in 1977, before school shootings and before any issues with teen depression emerged. When the school shootings began, some involved multiple prescriptions. For example, one of the Columbine shooters was on Luvox, which seems to have particularly nasty side effects for some. Just google the testimonials for the people who felt like robots on it. But after people began compiling lists of all the prescriptions of the school shooters, suddenly that information became privileged and you can no longer get it. So you can’t find out what the Batman shooter was on, or what the Sandy Hook shooter was on.
Adderall and Ritalin are just lab-grade speed with time-capsule coatings. Any user can crush the pills for a full blast of crystal meth. So millions of kids are addicted to these “go” pills and a vast number quickly learn how to abuse them. For some, that abuse will lead to psychosis. It’s a medical certainty. And with paranoid psychosis comes a delusion people are trying to hurt you, so you defend yourself by hurting them first.
If the school shooters were stoner potheads, that fact would be trumpeted on the front pages. But since they are legal tweakers on legally prescribed meds, the info will not be released.
So that is my very late response to your allegation the increase in pot use created an increase in depression and psychosis. Some of the violent behavior is likely a result of putting millions of kids on medication they probably didn’t need, so some corporations could reap a ton of profit.

I was shocked to wake up and discover the New York Times had reviewed the release of a extremely low-budget and obscure 9/11 conspiracy film called Unthinkable, closely based on the life and death of Philip Marshall, who was found dead along with his two teenage children, all three with a single bullet to the head.
Marshall had briefly worked in New Orleans with Barry Seal many decades ago, and Barry was one of the most famous spooks of his time, and a man hung out to dry by the CIA after he stopped playing ball and threatened to go rouge. Marshall wrote a book about Barry, then published a book on 9/11. He was continuing to investigate that incident when he abruptly turned up dead. Since Marshall was a pilot, it was easy for him to gather evidence that conflicted with the official story because some of the planes that day were doing maneuvers captured by radar that defied the abilities of the most accomplished pilots, much less anyone with only a few hours of training. Many months after Marshall’s death, I finally got around to ordering a copy of his 9/11 book, The Big Bamboozle, which never made a splash in the press or earned much money. The book had some useful information, but did not break new ground or contain any smoking guns. Obviously, we’ll never know what really happened on 9/11 until the obvious trails into Saudi Arabia and Pakistan are fully investigated, something Congress refused to do, but my initial suspicion was Marshall may have been whacked.Wayne Madsen
Wayne Madsen flew out to California to investigate this incident and decided it was murder, not suicide as claimed by the local police. Unthinkable is told from Maden’s point-of-view and seems to rely exclusively on his evidence.
So why is the New York Times even the slightest bit interested in this film anyway? Please note Madsen is a frequent guest on the Alex Jones, and Jones is an obvious demagogue spreading paranoia.
The good thing about all this is it basically confirms my suspicion Madsen is still a spook. Of course, he makes no secret of his past work for the NSA, or career in the Navy, the most sinister of all the divisions of the military it seems, or at least the one with the longest documented involvement with organized crime, since it was Naval intelligence that made the deal with Lucky Luciano and later tried to buy off Jim Garrison’s investigation of JFK’s assassination.
I don’t trust whistleblowers on sight because most are manufactured and controlled in some way. Real whistleblowers get whacked, while fakes end up on the cover of Time magazine. This is nothing new and things have been handled in this way for a long time, which is why I call it “a wilderness of mirrors.” But if you want to add another layer of complexity to this situation, paint legitimate suicides as NSA hits. The same thing was basically attempted after Gary Webb committed suicide. Gary had already lost his job, his house, his family. His last possession, his motorcycle, was stolen right before he killed himself. Daniel Hopsicker wrote a great blog on Marshall’s death and does not trust Madsen any more than I do.
So I’ve decided Philip Marshall was bipolar, about to divorce, and in a delusional breakdown when he shot his sleeping kids in the head and turned his gun on himself. The major objections to this were no one in the neighborhood heard any shots that night, but, in fact, the police did test the weapon inside the house and discovered it did not make sufficient noise to alarm anyone in the adjacent homes.
Consequently, you might take this film with a grain of salt, or anything else that stems from the research of Wayne Madsen.
Here’s the trailer:

I guess Steve Bloom at Celebstoner is backing off last year’s claim the Waldos didn’t invent 420 and who cares who invented 420 anyway? …Well, I care.

But now he’s saying the Waldos didn’t create the ceremony on April 20th? According to him, that was first done many years later by other kids in Marin County, who remain nameless in his extremely limited history of the event.

Funny because Bloom was there at a seminal moment in 420 history, one he has never written about. When he handed me that crude flyer for a 420 ceremony at the top of Mt. Tam, obviously done by some high school kid, I’d just spent all day reading the Rig Veda and realized cannabis was Soma, the central sacrament of the ancient world. When I saw the flyer for the ceremony on Mt. Tam, it was one of the greatest satori moments of my life. You see, I knew Mt. Tam is Mt. Fuji for the Bay Area counterculture of the 1960s. For me, this had to be a sacred message, calling me back to my counterculture roots. And from that day on, I held a daily 420 ceremony in my office or wherever I was, and pursued 420 with a religious fervor that I’m sure Bloom and others found laughable, but for me, it was a way to respect the history of cannabis and spirituality. No one I knew had any concept of 420 at all, not even the most devoted Deadheads like Chef RA and Jack Herer, because they didn’t go to San Rafael High in Marin.

Meanwhile over the next quarter century, I’d visit around 350 colleges in my Heads versus Feds Debate versus Robert Stutman, former head of DEA in New York. At the high point of the debate I’d always challenge the students in the standing-room-only crowd to create a local ceremony every April 20th and use the ceremony to raise funds to build a legalization chapter on campus.

But that flyer handed out at that Dead show in Oakland Bloom found so funny also killed the ceremony at Mt. Tam, which was only three years old. I know because I’ve talked about this with Johnny Fullbuckmoon, son of John Griggs, the real hippie avatar of the 1960s. Johnny was involved with those ceremonies, and that flyer brought the heat down on their event, and park rangers and police conspired to shut it down from that day forth.

For many years after that, the only 420 ceremonies going on (outside Marin) were at the Freedom Fighter campground and rallies, the WHEE festivals, and the Cannabis Cups in Amsterdam. At the time, the Freedom Fighters were the largest and fastest growing legalization group with nearly 10,000 members. The Freedom Fighter of the Year was selected by open council at 4:20 PM in Ann Arbor every April (not on 420, but after the annual Hash Bash). The WHEE festival was the largest hempfest of its time, by the way, and drew 300 vendors and over 15,000 attendees. The first WHEE 420 shows featured Ken Kesey and the Merry Pranksters. I don’t need to tell you about the global impact of the Cannabis Cup, since everyone concedes that’s where all the emerging technologies around cannabis emerged.

Within a few years, 420 was known globally, but only by the marijuana community. Then rallies began to appear on April 20th at 4:20 PM.

The Waldos did many ceremonies on April 20th at 4:20 in the 1970s, although they never attended one at the top of Mt. Tam in the late 1980s. They are the creators of 420 as a code for marijuana, but they are also the creators of the April 20th, 4:20 ceremony. The use of the 420 code was carried by the Grateful Dead vendors, who noticed anything with 420 was popular in Marin County, their winter home, but I doubt any of those items sold outside of Marin initially.

This is a public service notice in the history of providing an accurate account of the true history of 420, something currently clouded with muck.

Thousands of years ago, great fire temples dotted the hillsides from India to Iraq, all serving a sacred plant mixed with milk and spices as a sacrament and healing medicine. Isn’t it wonderful they handed down a ritual to us used to aid in the healing process?

Someday modern medicine will wise up to the spiritual aspects of healing, and, in fact, that day seems closer all the time. The reason I know our medical establishment needs a huge overhaul is because of the tremendous resistance to using natural cannabis as medicine, while putting the entire country on synthetic drugs, mostly so corporations could make more profits.

Many years ago, a learned scholar from the East informed me there were actually three sounds in an OM. When he told me that, some of my training in theater popped in my head. I’d taken a course to enhance my speaking abilities, and learned something about the mechanics of speech. The OM may be the only healing ritual that works every time, while carrying zero dogma. It’s only role is telepathic harmonization on a vibration of peace. Allen Ginsberg once used it to protect himself and others during a police riot, and Wavy Gravy used it to drive Charlie Manson from his realm.

The OM starts deep in the belly, in your center of energy, and travels through your chest until it resonates your skull structures. The “mmmm” is held out because it’s ringing your bell. You mostly feel this Y-buzz around your nose. If you’re not vibrating your face at the end, the OM doesn’t work properly, so find that frequency, and once you do, you will feel it instantly.

The beauty of the OM is no one is ever off-tune. There are no bad notes. You may understand the connection between music, math and spirituality, but have you ever known a hymn with no bad notes? Before cannabis spirituality fell under intense persecution, there were probably hundreds of thousands of people in and around those giant fire temples doing OM circles and sharing healing energy. And isn’t it amazing they found a way to pass this ceremony down to us 10,000 years later, even if all the books and texts were tampered with to eradicate the identity of the healing plants they once used to cure almost everything.

Twist one way to make a conservative, and twist the other to make a liberal.

Put both into a crowded environment with limited resources. Sell propaganda masked as enlightenment, and anything else one side might desire to fight the other.

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